Chapter 29
NOX
Neo sits in the soft glow of the bedroom, the bulbs of the light string from earlier still twisted around the chair, casting a warm, multicolored haze over her body.
She wears a bright red lace bra and thong.
Her skin is still flushed from our recent play as she rummages through the drawer, pulling out her sheer stockings.
"Let me help with that," I rise and close the distance between us in two strides.
I kneel in front of her. Starting at her ankle, I roll the stocking up slowly, my calloused hands gliding over her calf, my thumbs pressing into the muscle with firm strokes.
I put her foot on my knee and I go higher, my fingers tracing the back of her knee, dipping into the sensitive hollow before I smooth the lace over her thigh.
The spiderweb design clings to her skin, dark threads contrasting her pale flesh, and my touch grows possessive.
I reach under her, my palms cupping her ass cheeks, squeezing as I adjust the stocking's garter clips, snapping them against her skin with a sharp, erotic sting.
"These make your legs look like they're begging to be wrapped around me," I say, voice husky, my thumbs rubbing circles on her inner thighs. I’m inches from her folds, heat building where my knuckles brush her wetness.
I repeat the same ritual on her other leg, slower this time, my mouth following my hands. My lips press open-mouthed kisses along her shin, nipping at the tender skin under her knee until she moans, her fingers threading into my hair.
I stand up and walk to the closet, taking her dress from the hanger.
Standing behind her, I shake out the fabric, the scent of her perfume already clinging to the red material.
I slip the dress over her head, my palms grazing her shoulders as I guide it down, the velvet whispering against her skin.
My breath is hot on the skin of her neck as I lean in, smoothing the bodice over her breasts, circling her nipples with my thumbs.
They grow hard through the soft material, straining against the fur-trimmed neckline. "You are beautiful."
I catch her reflection in the mirror, curving her lips as I carefully free strands of hair caught inside her bra. Locks slip loose one by one, tumbling down and cascading softly over her back.
"Thank you." She looks up at me and I kiss her, our touching lips igniting every nerve in our bodies.